• They tell me its my life,
    And that I can do with it what I please.
    But so many restraints..!
    A crushing love that makes it hard to breath.

    Why am I the last one?
    And why is everything so much more to me?
    And how did I make it through 14 years of this?
    How much longer can I just sit and agree?

    They say I should spread my wings and fly,
    But every time I do,
    You can't seem to say good-bye..
    A crushing love, if only I knew.

    Why I am the last one?
    Why everything is so much more to me?
    How I made it through..
    How I can sit back and agree..

    They can't accept the fact,
    That whats mine is mine,
    That independence is a good thing,
    A crushing love, assigned, undefined,

    That gets me wondering..

    Why I am the last one?
    Why everything is so much more to me?
    How I made it through..
    How I can sit back and agree..?